IT'S CONFIRMED. I HATE ALGEBRA. HANDS DOWN. (*￣m￣)

AcABLJFKLA. Well, I'm back – after days of laziness – to present you with a new chapter of GGPB~

And OHOHOHO Miki appears in this chapter! I love Miki, her voice and looks are so lurv, and of course there's that awesome ahoge… 8D

WELL, ENJOY, MY AWESOME READERS.

Love,

Neko!

The bell rang, the sharp trill cutting through the still morning.

"Bye, sensei! See you tomorrow!" Gumi waved, and started lazily on. Gakupo caught up with the girl, his long purple hair wrapping around her small frame.

"Get your hair out of my face," she grinned. Gakupo pouted. "I can't. It seems to like you."

The greenette laughed quietly, untangling the individual strands from her cream-colored cardigan. "I've got Yamamoto next, you?" Gakupo questioned.

"Ah… I have Misaki."

"Hm, I'll see you around then, my class is over there."

"Who says that we'll be seeing each other?"

Gakupo looked at her with laughter in his eyes.

"Let's just call this…" he smiled, "a gut feeling."

They parted ways, Gumi adjusting her goggles and running to the left.

"Miku! Miku! Hey, you have Misaki next, am I right?"

Gakupo stared as she drifted away, talking to the cyan-haired girl. Miku, was it? He continued to squint as she faded off into the distance, only snapping his head back when the second bell rang, signaling the beginning of the next period.

"Crap!" Gakupo dashed to his class, cursing himself for getting carried away.

He slid breathlessly into the classroom just as the teacher finished taking roll.

"And who are you?" he questioned, pushing his spectacles up on the bridge of his nose.

"Gakupo," he panted, "K-Kamui Gakupo."

"You're late," the teacher muttered. "Please take this empty seat."

He sat awkwardly down in his seat, which was next to a red-eyed, pink-haired girl.

"Behh…" he groaned, burying his face in his hands. "How can I be late on the first day of school?"

The girl laughed. "It's okay, nothing's happened yet. You aren't that late." Gakupo gave her a weak smile, but secretly wished that he was sitting next to Gumi.

Gumi…

"The name's Miki, by the way," she said. "Not to be mistaken for Miku. We get mixed up a lot," she rolled her eyes. "She was telling me earlier how absurd it was to get a cyan-haired and a pink-haired mixed up. I mean, blue and pink are almost polar opposites!"

Gakupo nodded, and the girl rambled on and on…

Gumi.

The first time he had seen her was in primary school.

Maybe she didn't remember, but there was that one time where they had bumped into each other.

Literally.

Two children running in opposite directions dashed for the classrooms, trying not to be late. As they reached a door, they skid and collided, the girl's papers flying up and scattering all across the floor.

"G-gomen!"

"Woah! You okay?"

"I'm fine, thanks..."

"That's good! Here's your papers. Gee, you sure have a lot of stuff. You must be smart."

"Th-thanks. B-but I'm not. I just like- well, ah- I need to go, now."

"Kay! Nice meeting ya!"

"Bye."

As she turned to leave, the boy stopped her abruptly.

"Wait! What's your name?"

She smiled at him and cocked her head to the side.

"Gumi. Megpoid Gumi."

"Kamui Gakupo!"

A ruler slammed on his desk, awakening him from his momentary daydream.

"Have you been paying attention? You are in math class, and you are learning Algebra. Please take out your notes and start writing."

The boy flushed in embarrassment, shuffling his papers and taking out a pen. He looked up at the board filled with notes and groaned.

Chapter One, Lesson One, he scribbled. Algebra, Period Two, Mr. Yamamoto…

Just then, the bell let out a sharp shriek, indicating that the class had ended.

Gakupo trudged out of the classroom, balancing his binder on his head.

So much has happened in two classes, Gakupo thought, Almost too much.

Suddenly Gumi materialized next to him, and he jumped.

"G-Gumi-chan?"

She laughed. "Is it just me," she grinned, "Or has it only been three hours into the school day and I've already seen too much of you?"

Gakupo grinned sheepishly.

"Depends," he said. "What do you have next?"

"Physical Education," said Gumi, pronouncing the whole phrase out instead of just the abbreviation. "And if you're in my class also, you'd better go change. There's a uniform, you know."

"Ah, crap."

He quickly rushed to his locker, changed into his ratty gym sneakers and outfit, and ran back in record time, making sure this time that he wouldn't be late. He couldn't be late.

Not in front of Gumi…

Gumi sighed as she saw the now almost-familiar face round the corner and trip on some equipment, sending him flying through the air. She hadn't expected him to somersault at the last second and land gracefully on his feet, but there were a lot of things that she never expected.

As she again was seated next to the eggplant-head, she shook her head.

"Why in the world are we next to each other again?"

"Well, it's alphabetized. I'm K, and you're M, and there are no L's in this class…"

Gumi stuck her tongue out, leaning back. No people with an L as their surname? Impossible. She would have to look that up later.

Gakupo surveyed the class of over seventy kids. All his friends were in this class, and probably all of hers too. He sighed. At least she was there. There was just something about her…

He watched her.

He saw her turning cartwheels, running, dribbling a basketball, and catching her falls.

He looked at her until –

"Class dismissed. Please wait for the bell to ring."

Gakupo stood up wearily. He had done close to nothing that period, just some jogging and a lot of watching. He started as he heard his best friend's voice calling him.

"Hey, Gaku-head!"

"Kaito."

"I was right, huh! You've got your eyes on Gumi-poid!"

"Sh-shut up!"

"Stuttering are we, hm?"

Just when Gakupo was about to respond, Len ran up to them, waving.

"Hey Kaito!"

"Look, it's shota-boy!"

"Kaito, how many times do I have to tell you, I am not a shota boy!"

Gakupo left the two to bicker.

Maybe Kaito was right. He did have his eyes on Gumi, or Gumi-poid, whatever he called her. She was cute, she was funny, she was sarcastic…

He couldn't say that he wasn't interested.

He couldn't say that the feeling wasn't deepening with each passing second.

But what he also couldn't say was if Gumi cared at all.